Punk 57

Hang on. You’ll find your tribe.

you’ve given more guys a ride than a bus.

Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.”

it gets better, you are important, and you can’t be replaced.

No one does me better than me.

“But I love the way you lie.”

“I wasn’t waiting for you.”

“You waited for it to feel right,”

“Damn, Trey,” Masen says, smirking up at me and flicking out his tongue to lick me. “Your girl’s pussy is so tight.”
I pull away from his hand on my mouth. “Shut up!” I whisper.
He licks and sucks me again. “Thanks for letting me borrow her, man.”

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

I learned a long time ago that you don’t need to reveal everything inside of you to the people around you. They like to judge, and I’m happier when they don’t. Some things stay hidden.